FRANK DAMASCA
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on Nov 19, 2022 19:49:19 GMT
”You need to get that?”
Frank’s brow furrowed as he grunted out a response. Another emailed rolled in, another gmail address, undoubtedly the second the last had been reported for sending obscene material through the college email system. After the first couple of days the links coming to him from student accounts had died up, but it didn’t mean they stopped coming. The video was a wildfire, still mostly uncontained.
”The emails. You need to answer them?”
He nudged the mouse, hovering over the email for just a moment before he marked it as malicious. ”Some,” he murmured, turning his chair back towards her again. Katja lay sprawled on the dumping ground of the couch in the corner of his office, the latest issue of The New England Quarterly spread on her lap as she leafed through it. ”I’ll get to them after I’ve walked you out.” It wasn’t a dismissal, but she was flashing teeth in a grin as she looked up from the magazine.
”Finish that first. I’ll take the container back.” The journal was flipped shut, rolled, used to point at the Tupperware container in front of him, still loaded with the remnants of the Lomo Saltado. Delivered a half an hour ago with orders to reheat it in the microwave in the staff breakroom at the end of the hallway – five minutes, no more of it’d be dry.
It hadn’t been dry. It hadn’t been up to Roxxi’s standards though. Wincing, Frank picked up the fork and scooped up a strip of beef with the rice he’d bypassed for the fries during his first stab at it. Did this constitute infidelity from a culinary standpoint?
Katja narrowed her eyes at him, pale slits of iris peering from beneath dark lashes. ”I saw that. Eat, or I don’t budge.”
Dutifully Frank chewed and swallowed. Any enjoyment he’d had of it had vanished with the thought of Roxxi – not out of disappointment at the lack of lunches delivered, soured by that email instead. ”Do you do this to Kit at the club too?” In that place your girlfriend turning up with your lunch would be like her delivering herself to a pack of wolves, instead of just to the one.
”Nope. He’s got no trouble with his appetite. You though?” She clucked her tongue, breaking off into a string of Quechua that might’ve included something about vines (did she mean twigs?) and pancakes.
Frank made a dubious sound and forked up another mouthful. After Theo had died diet hadn’t meant a thing, every action had been taken on autopilot. No appetite, no urge to do anything but crumple inwards around that hollow the loss of his twin had put in him. He hadn’t starved in the months he’d been done though. Geeze, after sixteen years of it he would’ve faded away, and he hadn’t done that. Maybe he’d been under his fighting weight for a while, but between the work outs – long overdue in all regards – and Roxxi’s propensity to try and feed the 5000, he’d filled back out. Mostly.
”There’s some left for tomorrow,” Katja said, not taking the extra swing at his ego she might’ve been planning. ”Take it in the morning, so I don’t have to drive all the way out here. Hmm?”
He’d do it to avoid the hovering, even if it ended up just picked at before it was tossed in the trash. It took another ten minutes of methodically working his way through it for Katja to bounce off of the couch – finally satisfied. She plucked the fork out of his hand, tucked it in the box, clipped it shut and pushed him down when he tried to get up.
Batting her hands away, Frank stood. ”Considering it exercise,” he griped. ”I’ll see you out. I could do with getting some air anyway.” History professors had a reputation for being surrounded by dusty old books, and honestly the cliches weren’t entirely wrong. He spent too much time closed up in his office or the classroom.
They trudged down the stairs, out of the side door of the building and into the lot. Katja unlocked the car, tossed the container into the passenger seat and turned. She curled her fingers into the front of his shirt, tugging him in. Frank settled against her, his posture retaining that lingering stiffness as his hands settled on her arms instead of the more intimate – and problematic – territory of her hips. What had happened the night she’d given him the massage hadn’t heralded some new dawn, or radically changed the boundaries of his life, but with Katja there’d been some subtle shift, like a tight muscle released.
She bumped her knuckles against him, grinning. ”For that, you’re cooking dinner. Huk ratukama.” Rising on her toes, she kissed him, letting it linger long enough that heat started to rise above the scruff of his beard and that stiffness worked its way back in. That grin was definitely more smirk as she patted his chest and pushed him away.
Frank cleared his throat and smoothed down his shirt as she got in the car. ”I’ll see you at home.” Barely a second after he shut the door she was speeding out.
On the bases you got used to people coming and going. Here it had changed, seemingly fast sometimes, but really, after sixteen years it was more like a trickle of life filling up both home and the house until he couldn’t picture anywhere else as home.
Puffing out his cheeks – like that was gonna cool them – Frank turned back to the building and the waiting emails, and froze as the door closed behind Roxxi. Concern rippled his brow immediately, that gleam of apology filling his eyes. He’d been looking out for her after that first email had come in, but hadn’t seen her. He really should’ve done something more than send an email of support to an account she’d probably stopped checking out of self-preservation. ”Hey, I was gonna come looking for you.” Reaching out, he went to squeeze her arm, but realised it was probably the last thing she wanted. ”How are you doing?” ‘I’m sorry someone released your sex tape to the entire college’ was not the way to go either. In a way he’d felt that odd combination of overbearing sympathy and violation before and had hated choking on it, so he wasn’t about to push it on Roxxi.
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Dec 1, 2022 1:02:57 GMT
 ━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
Her days away were mostly spent in Chase’s apartment, avoiding Mikey, cooking until there was no space left in his freezer and curling up in his bed. She’d had her second meeting with the Academic Conduct Board━the first was a preliminary ‘we’ll look into this while you take a few days off’ that she hadn’t left from feeling very confident. They had, though, and in the time between meetings, they’d not only traced the video back to the culprit, but a group of activists had begun to rally behind her. Roxxi didn’t much care about their agendas before this, but she was thankful for them now… whether or not they fanned the flame and caused others to send out the video again and again. It was just as embarrassing, but she felt better knowing that not only was Chase still with her, but that Emiliano wasn’t behind this.
And she was keeping her job.
Another meeting was still to come, one where Roxxi would likely announce that she was dropping any criminal charges against the girl. She was just a kid; she had her whole life ahead of her, and Roxxi couldn’t imagine what she would’ve done if someone had thrown her out of school while she was trying to find an escape. It would’ve been like cutting her off at the knees and, no matter how awful this had ended up, she wouldn’t do that. Especially not when Roxxi practically couldn’t be fired after this.
Slowly slipping off of Chase in the morning (part of their good-luck goodbye), she suggested they save water and keep the well-wishes going. It would be a good start to her morning, one she’d have to keep looking back on throughout the day.
Checking her emails was a daily struggle, so she’d chosen to stop torturing herself until the morning of her return. Which, of course, left one big heap of torture. She deleted more than half, skimmed the mostly-good-natured (but annoying) emails from her colleagues, and found one from the Board confirming their next appointment. Either way, Roxxi had to return to class, and there was a small twist in her gut at the idea of standing in front of all those beady little eyes. She’d have to refrain from hitting any of them if they got out of line━surely she wouldn’t keep her job then.
Thankfully, her parking space was still intact (and empty). Small gifts. With a small smile, she walked towards their building, mentally psyching herself up for the day.
And then she saw Frank. With a woman. Kissing a woman.
Alright, so Roxxi had kissed him before, but it ended up with the guy practically in fucking tears because his life was falling apart. It was a mistake; he was gay, and that was fine with her. They were more than colleagues━they were friends now. But he wasn’t friends with this woman. He’d clearly walked her to her vehicle, and she gave him a kiss goodbye as though they were lovers━it looked a lot like the same thing she’d done to Chase this morning before she was out the door. Rat bastard.
Turning her head and strutting through the door, she huffed quietly, unsure how she felt about this. Jealous? No. Lied to? Yes. Roxxi was more than happy in her relationship, but what the hell did that woman have that she didn’t? They were similar in so many ways. Long, dark hair, thin but with a bit of shape, vaguely mediterranean-looking.
She was nearly inside when Frank stopped her; Roxxi hadn’t intended on him being her first battle of the day. Turning, she held out an arm, putting her palm to his chest to keep him at arms’ length, almost as though she were punishing him.
“No way, Damasca.” Her brows went up, “I thought you were gay, hm? What was that? She’s hot, but I know I am, too. Why lie?” Roxxi gave him a little push before dropping her hand and, again, spoke before her brain could catch up. “What happened, you saw the video and it turned you straight?” She snorted lightly, though it caused a knot in her chest, like a knife digging in and twisting.
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on Dec 22, 2022 20:53:34 GMT
In a career and a life where comfort was rarely guaranteed, his sexuality had been one of the few things Frank didn’t feel awkward about. Had he publicly come out to his team? No. He didn’t regret that though. The world might’ve moved on from ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’, but he still didn’t want any of his team thinking that when it came down to a pivotal moment he was admiring how good Chaco’s ass – that thing was a pancake at the best times, really – in his uniform pants instead of watching his back. It didn’t mean he was purposefully hiding it, he was just discrete. The same as he’d been since he’d arrived in town. He didn’t need to publicise anything or spill the beans on what happened behind the four walls of his own home.
Katja obviously hadn’t believed in the same level of discretion – not that she’d started to strip him down the way she had done on the couch that night – but she’d pushed the boundaries just far enough. It wasn’t an outing, not in the traditional sense of the word. It might as well have been though.
Fate was a bitch.
The minute Roxxi had returned from her time off, while she was still raw in a way he understood, Katja had picked her moment. Frank felt as though some shield had been torn away from him now, leaving behind an embarrassment he’d never felt quite this way. It’s different didn’t seem like any sort of an excuse. It stuck in his throat, the air he’d told Katja he’d get (and yeah, he’d meant to spend a couple of minutes out there, bleeding off the irritation over the pariahing of a friend) sticking in his chest too.
In the end it was the polite, the neutral that spilled out as he caught the door before it could slam shut behind Roxxi. He was aiming to corner her, but … something had to be said to explain the … shit
Frank scrubbed his hands over his face as she planted a hand against his chest. Stopping him? Backing him off? Planting him for a swing? Maybe he deserved the last, although technically, the change from how things had been at her place when he’d gone home with her after the drinks at Campbell’s hadn’t been guided by him. Alright, that was weak and he grimaced as she ‘no way-ed’ him. He hadn’t said no when Katja had … Heat rose hotter in his cheeks, their blush probably undoing a lot of the sternness of his frown. ”I am gay.” He pulled back his volume on the last word though, his shoulders stiffening as though the announcement had gone out the same way Roxxi’s video had done, not that the two were comparable in any way. Being gay wouldn’t cost him his job here, not the way the video had almost cost Roxxi hers.
He went with Roxxi’s little push, taking a half step back with his hands held out like he was surrendering. Maybe he was. Giving in to the press of Katja’s fingers, the ones that had taken him to pieces, just like Kit had promised. ”I didn’t lie,” he said hoarsely. ”I am still gay and nothing’s going to change that. Roxxi…” He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw flexing beneath the scruff of his beard as he shook his head. There’d been plenty of attachments popping up in his email, but he hadn’t clicked on a single one of them once he’d read the content of that first email. Each watch was another wound carved and his hand wasn’t going to be on the weapon that increased Roxxi’s shame and embarrassment.
Shifting out the way of the door, Frank let it shut and then leaned back against it for a moment. ”I’m not straight, at least I might be a … does kissing a woman honestly make you bisexual? Because that was all it was … almost … Christ. I’m not discussing telling you how I didn’t lie here, or how you’re just as hot and you know it. Are you gonna give me ten minutes and a cup of coffee while you dissect my sex life for me? Or is this just gonna be a public fuck you Frank … which I kinda deserve, I know, but … and yeah, this is shitty, but there’s an explanation for everything.” He huffed out a laugh before his expression went tense. He imagined that was a state of affairs Roxxi knew all about at the moment. She didn’t deserve this on top of everything else and that was on him … and Katja.
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Jan 17, 2023 19:52:34 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
She wasn’t really mad about it. Frank could be whatever he wanted, but why had he rejected her? Or had this woman miraculously turned him? She highly doubted it. That was even less plausible than changing teams due to her little video with Mal.
Roxxi didn’t fold when he said her name like that. He wasn’t Chase; he didn’t have that sort of hold over her. They were both too old for that shit. “Roxxi, what?” She puffed, muttering a few insults in Italian under her breath. Raising her brows expectantly, she waited for him to come with something decent. She doubted anything even half decent would spill out of his stupid mouth━the one she’d caught sucking another woman’s face.
What did fall out was simply a rush of a whole bunch of words. She was Italian, it wasn’t hard to follow, but he didn’t seem to say much, and never stopped.
“So much speaking for saying very little.” Roxxi said, raising a brow. “So it was more than kissing, and she managed to turn you? Maybe I am as hot, but apparently not as skilled.” Which she found hard to believe. “Is that an offer? Because, yes, a coffee and an in-depth discussion into your sex life sounds refreshing… so long as it isn’t about mine.” Smiling wryly, Roxxi motioned with her head for him to follow, and began walking into the building, towards their offices. She’d need another coffee to get through this alone, and she hadn’t even started her first class yet.
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on Feb 12, 2023 18:24:27 GMT
He’d have said he was too old for trying to negotiate some sorta relationship thing, but that was bullshit. Kit was just a year younger than he was and he and Katja seemed to have been doing just fine before he’d taken the hand Katja had extended and had blundered right into the middle of whatever they’d had going on. People did that settling thing at any age, some of them didn’t come out as who they actually were until they were already going grey and there was no shame in that. He wasn’t too old, just unsure of where the hell any of this was going.
Frank raked his teeth over his top lip as Roxxi scoffed, the burn in his cheeks only brightening. Could he honestly protest that he’d suddenly taken a half step into that no man’s land between being straight and gay? There’d been enough evidence of what had happened in the way that Katja had kissed him, probably enough in the way that he’d held himself like a damn statue as she’d wrapped herself around him that Roxxi should’ve been able to see that he hadn’t suddenly ‘changed sides’. None of this was easy for him and the whole thing was gonna get worse when eventually he had to have that sit down with Kit and Katja to try and figure out what that one night had done to a friendship that had survived the blast of an IED and whatever the hell had left that scar sliced deep across Katja’s throat – a story they hadn’t broached yet either.
Roxxi hadn’t been there in the living room to see him leap a foot high as Katja’s hands had started to trail across his skin, to see each awkward pause as they’d tried to negotiate their way through that suddenly tangling of bodies and needs. She’d seen a kiss, a guy who could barely get the truth out now without stuttering like some kid. ”Hey!” he grumbled, a sharp edge to his voice. ”At least let me explain.” He puffed a breath out, smoothing a hand down his chest like he could somehow push the awkwardness down inside of himself for a minute at least. ”I was gonna say it wasn’t about you, but that’s just a shitty way of doing that.” It wasn’t that he didn’t find her attractive in particular that had stopped him that night, or that had stopped him from hitting play on the video that hadn’t been anybody’s business but hers … and whoever had made it with her.
When it came the explanation was complete garbage, threads of ‘it’s not you’ working their way through the babbled nonsense, along with a hefty admission of ‘I have no fucking clue who I am’ on top of it. Frank grimaced around every word before the relief of at least getting some of it left him sagging against the door. The please hadn’t tagged itself on the end. Roxxi didn’t need it to take that little jab at him. His lips twisted wryly as he straightened up. ”Some of us aren’t quite as eloquent, even in just English.” And when they were put on the spot that way, left to try and defend their … what the fuck was it he was trying to justify, because sure as hell wasn’t his honour.
Lifting a hand, Frank squeezed at the back of his neck. It felt hot under his touch, the same way it had that night, even though he’d been sprawled on the couch without even the towel in the end. ”I’m not giving a play by play description of what happened out here,” he said firmly. Although it seemed like Roxxi would work one out of his eventually. Hell, maybe it would help if he could finally categorise whatever it had been. ”It wasn’t that.” If he had been the least bit straight then, he’d have been an idiot to turn a woman like Roxxi down. Long before the students had started to spread that reveal of her he’d known she was hot, but in that distant way gay guys could appreciate the female form.
He sighed, following Roxxi deeper into the building. The heat was dying back a little maybe, but wasn’t all the way gone yet. Frank didn’t doubt that it would be back before their conversation was over, each tiny detail of what had happened burning its way through him. ”That’s an offer,” he told her. Maybe his office would be best for it. Who knew if there were a dozen disgusting notes shoved under her door that needed to be burned. The chance of it was gonna make his office safer ground. ”I don’t know if I’d call it refreshing. The whole thing’s got me tied up in knots and I’ve got no clue how to start figuring out how to untie half of them.” Did he want to just cut through them? Not if it meant going back to the way things had been when Kit had first turned up at the house.
Unlocking his office door, Frank held it open for Roxxi, shuffling her inside before he closed it behind them. The hallway was quiet for now, students all hustling off for their own lunch, but he wasn’t going to invite eavesdroppers. He tipped his head towards the couch and headed for the coffee machine. It was a basic thing that put out half decent black coffee and not much more. ”I guess you’ve heard about what I did before I retrained? Katja … the woman outside … she was a part of that. We lost touch after … after my career got ended. I wasn’t expecting her to turn up back here, or for her and my … and Kit, the guy who saved my worthless ass, to get together, or for her to pull me into what’s going on between them, but she did. I guess you could call it a massage with a happy ending.” That was definitely the simplest way of putting what had happened in the living room that night. It wasn’t like any of them had walked away miserable, although who knew what had sunk in after for Kit, because they sure as hell hadn’t analysed it when they were done.
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Posts: 188
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Mar 2, 2023 20:16:56 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
Damn right it wasn’t that. Roxxi muttered in Italian again, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting for more. When he finally spilled so much and not enough all at once, she decided she wasn’t letting him walk away today without a full explanation. She likely wouldn’t get one from the nervous, sputtering student who’d released her tape, so Frank’s journey into straightness would have to do.
Without much pushing, they were headed inside, where she expected him to really spill his secrets. “No, I meant refreshing for me.” Roxxi scoffed, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk as they approached his office. She slipped in and dropped heavily on the couch, setting her bag aside, dark eyes ticking up to watch him. Finally, another explanation started churning its way up to his mouth.
Before he retrained? Yes, he was in the military━special forces━and now taught American History. It wasn’t hard to remember, as Roxxi thought it was very cliche when she met him. A walking stereotype of American patriotism.
“Wow.” Was all Roxxi said once his story ended. “So, she did turn you straight.” How interesting, she thought, That the three of them would risk each separate relationship to satisfy one night’s curiosity. Roxxi had never done anything like that (not since college, at least), and yet she was the one to suffer the fate of one sexual escapade getting out? “If only they had gotten ahold of your video instead.” Roxxi joked dryly━except they hadn’t been dumb enough to record it (she hoped).
“Well, first of all, if you keep calling yourself ‘worthless,’ no more women will want to have sex with you.” She nodded, leaning forward in her seat. “So… you wanted to sample Kit, and she wanted to sample you, and this was your compromise?” She asked, “It doesn’t sound as if it was difficult to convince you. Does she live with you, too?” Roxxi reached up, motioning for him to hurry up and put the coffee in her hands. She was right; this was the perfect distraction. “Do the three of you act as one big couple… thrupple now? How does that work? Do you take turns going d-wn on one another?” Alright, now she was teasing him━but she truly was curious! Roxxi beamed cheekily up at Frank, hoping he wouldn’t spare any juicy details.
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on Apr 2, 2023 17:24:37 GMT
Close to twenty years of just keeping his mouth shut about who he was attracted to, who he slept with wasn’t making peeling his mouth open to explain his way through what had happened that night – and he still wasn’t a hundred percent sure of that himself – any easier. Frank wished he could tell Roxxi the entire sordid tale in a way that wouldn’t leave her feeling less of a woman that Katja at a time when she was still reeling from the pummelling she’d gotten from that video. There were probably hundreds of students, male and female, at Whitmore seeing her in a way he hadn’t been able to that night, not that their leering was going to be any sort of a comfort.
His words hadn’t done much either, the first attempt drawing that string of Italian out of her, the second – meant to soothe ruffled feathers got him the same. Frank frowned at her, feeling like the knots that’d strung his guts up the minute the afterglow was over that night were connected to it, pulling tighter with every puff out of her. It wasn’t Roxxi, it hadn’t even been that he’d looked up that day and suddenly found Katja attractive in anything but that abstract way that he knew a woman was beautiful, the way that didn’t have a certain part of him standing to attention.
God, had it even been Kit that’d done that? Was he just that deep into a dry spell (and he shouldn’t have been, not after Dom)? She’d knocked the towel aside, her hand finally heading away from the relatively safe territory of his back and shoulders, and suddenly it had gone from not looking at either one of them that way to some sort of hormonal land mine. It had just been a matter of time before it blew then and now he was standing in the middle of what might’ve been a mine field thick with them, possibly devastating damage lurking at every step, hoping to find a little advice on how to get out of it.
Catching the look that Roxxi shot over her shoulder, Frank wasn’t so sure he’d get it from her. He gave a little groan, hanging his head for a second. ”Fuck,” he muttered, the word breaking off with a tight laugh. Well, he’d take the suffering if it got her mind off of the explosion that’d torn the guts out of her career at the very least. Following her in, Frank tried to get some sort of version of it lined up straight in his head as he fired up the coffee machine, dipping down to grab a couple of mugs out of the cupboard it stood on. He set them on the counter, delaying as long as possible with pouring water from a bottle into the machine.
By the time he turned around the words were there, but they were log jammed in his throat. As short as he could manage it, from where he knew Katja from, to the briefest explanation of what had happened that night – no extraneous detail about the way he’d nearly leapt out of his skin when Katja had whisked the towel away, or the heat that’d started to sink into his body as she’d worked the ache out of his back. The taste … He swallowed hard, pressing his lips together hard as he tried to clamp down on the memory. It’d just leave the heat rising in his face higher than it already was. ”Not quite,” he admitted with a strained laugh as Roxxi again accused of him of having been turned straight.
The tension had melted out of him a little with the broad strokes having been given. Frank sank back against the cupboard, his lips curling up into a grin as she jabbed at him. He lifted his chin, snorting. ”Hey!” They hadn’t … he doubted Kit would’ve wanted a moment of it on tape, he didn’t want any of it on tape. It had been awkward enough, the memories clear enough in the back of his mind, although with the deeply ingrained discomfort at the idea of anybody finding out who he was sleeping with. That discomfort had been blown out of the water by Katja, the woman’s fearlessness bleeding into him in a way that might still have repercussions.
At Roxxi’s first warning, Frank brought his hands up, trying to ward off the riot act. Others might’ve leapt at the idea that he was doing something wrong with what had happened, not Roxxi. She was swinging for his ego instead, pummelling it until he caved and nodded like he was promising not to take any more self-deprecating jabs at himself. ”That might be a reason to keep it up,” he drawled. She wasn’t stopping there. He pulled away from the cabinet, hands back up. Frank tilted his head, his lips pursing. ”I didn’t want to sample him. Not before that. Its not like I’ve been sitting around the house wondering how long it was gonna take to turn him gay and have my way with him.” Kit was probably the straightest guy he’d ever met, so straight that he’d tried to ward off any demonstration of his own sexuality at first. Was now being the operative word.
Swallowing hard, Frank shook his head like he was trying to rattle the truth into place in his mind. If Katja hadn’t made the first move that night he was sure nothing between the two of them, the three of them ever would’ve shifted that way. He’d made a pathetic show of a simple training session though and maybe it’d been pity that’d pushed her at first. ”I don’t know why she did it. One minute it was just working the pain out of my muscles and then the towel was gone and she was kissing me…” And he was giving into it, Kit was giving into it. ”Maybe I was easy,” he admitted with a huff. ”It’d been a while and the last time was … awkward.” It had been the morning after, at least, when the haze had worn off and Dom was running out.
Frank sucked in a deep breath, remembering the way the three of them had been together. ”I don’t think it’s anything that serious. I wouldn’t have said we were anything but friends … but then you saw together. It was … mainly Katja taking lead between the two of us. Kit’s even less gay than I am straight. There was … we didn’t have sex.” Not in the full contact way that Kit and Katja had. If things had even started sliding in that direction he knew Kit would’ve called an end to it right then and there, his comfort line stormed over. ”It’s pretty fucked up, huh?”
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 188
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
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Partner:
Chase Buckley
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on May 8, 2023 15:05:29 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
“Mhm, sure,” She nodded like she didn’t believe him, though a smirk soon broke across her face. Of course she did. Frank was clearly all torn up about it━it was almost adorable. Poor guy.
Her eyes ticked up to Frank, wondering when the hell he was getting her coffee━he didn’t seem any closer than he was when they’d entered the room. How long would she have to sit through his (albeit entertaining) sob story before she got some caffeine? “You mean the last time with them was awkward or the time before that? You were desperate, so you took them up on it, is that it? That sounds like something you’re telling yourself to feel better about it. I think you would have done it regardless.” Because most people were sl-ts, and Frank was not exempt. Actually, being gay made him all the more likely to be wh-reish in her eyes.
She stood from the couch suddenly, rounding Frank to start forcefully making her own coffee. “Dio, you’re so slow. By the time I get my coffee, you will have already brewed it with your tears.” Once the hot mug was in her hand (and she’d started Frank’s coffee, because she wasn’t a heathen like him), Roxxi plopped on the couch again. “Unsurprising. So, you hope you’ll get to have sex with him next time, then?” Roxxi asked plainly, raising a brow and smirking up at Frank. She sipped her piping hot drink.
“Mmm, no. Not fucked up; you’re giving yourself a little too much credit. Do you think you’re the first man to do something like this? I think you’re struggling with the fact that you’re not uncomfortable with her kissing you in public; you’re only embarrassed that you got caught. And, well, fair enough, but at least own up to it. Nobody likes a whiner.” Roxxi sipped her coffee again, mulling the taste in her mouth like a good wine before she continued, “Perhaps you should try putting on your Big Boy Pants and having a conversation with them. They’re not only your friends, they’re also your roommates. You should know better than to shit where you eat. Or sleep, in this case.” She grinned into her mug, amused with herself. “If you enjoy it enough and think it's worth the risk, then do it━who am I to tell someone to hold back?” Roxxi scoffed, though there was an edge of sadness to it. “But if you can’t stand the thought of losing them━and think you could find someone else to sleep with━then cut it off.”
Roxxi leaned towards him in her seat, raising her brows again, “And you know you can find someone else to sleep with you. Your brother has a wife and two babies, correct? If someone finds him attractive enough to procreate with, you can definitely find someone for a night. Anyway, it’s clearly not your looks that are the problem, so perhaps it's your personality.” She grinned, trying hard not to laugh at her own teasing. “Unless you don’t want a longterm partner. Then you’re in the clear; stop banging your best friend and his girlfriend.” Roxxi beamed as she swallowed another mouthful of coffee. Ah, she was so happy that Frank and his bullshit drama were in her life. She almost entirely forgot about her own problems.
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FRANK DAMASCA
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on May 23, 2023 20:10:23 GMT
This was one of the reasons it’d always been easier keeping what was going on in his bedroom, or the front seat of his truck, or the yard, or the couch to himself. The people he’d surrounded himself with weren’t the kind to shove him away because he’d noticed at Jimmy Kozlowski’s ass in the pool in eighth grade instead of his sister Jade’s. Gender didn’t mean anything, it was who he ended up sleeping with and that was where the shit would come rushing in, leaving a dusty trail of love like a comet. They didn’t pull punches and, yeah, alright, he probably needed a little of that, but he still grumbled under his breath, hanging his head at Roxxi’s obvious doubts.
It hadn’t been that way with Kit. He hadn’t invited the guy to come live with him so he could get a little thrill when he strutted around the house in a towel, hadn’t ever planned to kiss him, knotting hands in his hair, feeling him … Frank scrubbed his hands over his face hard, trying to scrub away the wash of heat that was back there. He wouldn’t have tried anything that’d happened in his wildest dreams (and yeah, maybe there’d been shit there before because he was human and couldn’t control what his brain and body did while he slept). ”I haven’t.”
Katja had been the hand that’d stripped away any reluctance, at least on his part, and now she’d done the same between him and Roxxi. He couldn’t hide behind the shield of I’m gay the same way again. Frank tipped his head again, like he was gesturing back into the past. ”Before them. I told you it was messy. There was a friend before – gay before you start thinking this wasn’t the first time I slept with a woman.” Desperate. The word alone had Frank shifted uneasily against the cupboard he’d leaned back against when the coffee making had been shoved aside for the confession. ”Honestly … I don’t know. I never planned on testing it all out, you know?” If he had then he wouldn’t have practically bolted from her place the night he’d … had he honestly had any reason other than trying to avoid Nixon for going back to Roxxi’s place that night?
His intention when he’d let Katja into his office with that damn lunch hadn’t been to kick all of this off. It was an unintended consequence, one that was shining just enough light on what had happened the night of the threesome to make him squirm almost as badly as he had then. Puffing out a breath, pushing the thought of his motivations aside, Frank straightened up. ”I was gonna say sorry, but for that you can brew your own,” he griped. Mocking her words, he swiped his thumb and forefinger beneath his eyes – yep – coming up dry. ”Thanks.” That was genuine at least, as he eyed the mug she’d put into the machine for him.
”Honestly?” He puffed his cheeks out again, held the expression for a moment before he shrugged. ”If it’s gonna screw up our friendship for good? Then no. No sex is worth that.” And that was where the conundrum lay now. Did he let Katja captain this ship and maybe sink all three of them in the process? The frown settled deeper, feeling like it was landing somewhere around the pit of his stomach as he huffed out a thin thread of amusement. Frank picked up his coffee and settled back against the cupboard. ”Is that some sort of ancient Italian wisdom?” he asked wryly. Although Roxxi was right on multiple fronts. He was bitching about what might not end up being a problem if neither of the other parties involved were hung up on all of this the same way he was.
”I wasn’t embarrassed.” Frank’s mouth twisted wryly as he took a sip of his coffee, apologetic maybe, when he’d thought he’d unintentionally taken a swing at the ego of a woman who was already reeling from her life getting pummelled over who she’d slept with. Had he been uncomfortable with what had happened out there for Roxxi to see? Maybe. Maybe it’d felt like a little taste of home again, but he couldn’t let the part of him that wanted to chase that feeling win out here. The Italians weren’t the only ones who warned about sleeping where you took a crap. The army frowned on fraternisation for a reason.
One corner of Frank’s mouth finally tipped up. If her career did end up in the gutter from this – and he’d fight to make sure it didn’t – maybe she had a second one as a therapist in her future. The smile froze, apology filling his eyes as the hint of her sadness hit him. He took the moment to trail towards her, dropping onto the couch beside her, close enough to nudge her with an elbow as sad Roxxi vanished and she started jabbing at him. ”When I put my big boy pants on and talk to them, you’ll be the first to know.” He definitely wasn’t bringing this up with his brother, not when Freyja would get every sordid detail right out of him.
If he had to cut this off, then he’d do it. Maybe his ego would sting and those pangs would start again, but he’d take that discomfort to avoid worse. ”Hey!” He laughed before he flopped back, propping a knee up on the couch as he turned towards her. ”Correct. My personality’s as pretty as this face.” Gesturing at himself with his mug, he shook his head. She wasn’t wrong – again. ”I don’t think I’d say no to a little taste of what Theo’s got for the long term.” Frank bobbed his chin back and forth as though he was weighing up his options, then he settled his cup back on his thigh. ”You gonna be godmother if I end up with a couple of Little Franks tearing around the house?” And didn’t that image leave him a little lightheaded. That definitely wasn’t on the cards right now, wasn’t even in the deck he’d imagined he’d be playing for the next sixty years or so.
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